Changed into longing,
wraped with mallows
I look for you again
in the distance and stillness.
And it isn't important
that there is summer,
and it isn't important
that the sun shines,
and it isn't important
that the cornflowers become sky - blue...
You walk wraped with the dream -
you stay just a dream,
The night closes with mallows
the remembrance and fear...
Changed into longing,
wraped with mallows
I give you love and dreams
every day again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem